They’d sat on the couch in her room, laughing and talking. Slowly, they’d gotten closer and closer, Hudson’s arm resting lightly over her shoulders, Annika’s hand on his knee. When she thought about the first time his tongue had brushed over her lips and coaxed her mouth open, tasting of sweet wine, she still got goose bumps. Goose bumps. As if she’d never been kissed before.

Annika forced her mind away from the memory. She shifted on the yoga mat, her heart thundering, her bones liquid. Oh, god. Was she actually turned on right now? She closed her eyes and gave herself a pep talk. This is not the time to revive your sexual attraction for this man, who, might I remind you, Annika Dev, is your enemy. He thrives on helping people break up. He is poison.

“You okay back there?”

Annika opened her eyes to see Hudson peering curiously at her over his shoulder. “Fine,” she said primly, though her cheeks felt warm. Good thing it was nearly impossible to see her blushing, thanks to her extra helping of melanin.

“All right,” Seetha said, in her calm voice. “Now that everyone is situated, I’d like all the right-hand yogis to turn around, so your back is against your partner’s.”

Annika did so eagerly, grateful she wouldn’t have to stare at Hudson’s perfect physique or smell him anymore. They pressed their backs together. Annika had to remind herself to breathe, which was ridiculous. Hudson Craft was just a human. Just a mound of muscle and bone, like her. So, okay, he was more attractive a mound than most people she knew, but that shouldn’t matter. Yoga was about transcending the physical.

As they sat there touching, Annika found herself pressing a cool hand to the back of her neck. His body heat was intense; it enveloped her until she, too, had a light sheen of sweat all over her. A memory flashed into her mind, unbidden: Hudson unbuttoning and then slipping off her shirt, his mouth at her neck.

Goddammit. When would this exercise be over?

“Now I want you to inhale and stretch both your arms over your head,” Seetha cooed, blissfully oblivious to the maelstrom in Annika’s body. “As you exhale, twist to your right. Bring your right hand to the inside of your partner’s left knee. Your left hand will rest on your right knee.”

Annika’s breath caught in her throat. She thought she sensed hesitation from Hudson, too, but then they were doing as Seetha had asked. Hudson’s big, hot hand rested gently on the inside of her knee, his fingers putting just the right amount of pressure on her skin. The pose made them face away from each other, but Annika’s mouth had gone dry. His hand brought back more memories, how it had traveled up her skirt along her inner thigh—